The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

Hearing what his enemy said, Fatty Lan gasped for breath: "You don't make sarcastic remarks."

"Why don't you come over and help?"

After scolding, Lan Fatty still stretched out his big fat hand, "I was thrown by this woman just now, and my waist is about to be broken."

"I said fat man, can't you do this?"

Jin Ruifeng stretched out his hand to grab the greasy hand and said, "Although you have awakened the defensive gene, you won't lose half of your flexibility, right?"

While speaking, with a little force, he pulled the blue fat man up from the ground.

"You don't understand the happiness of a fat man."

Fatty Lan scolded him, but looked fiercely at the woman who made him look ugly.

He raised his foot and kicked the woman, cursing: "It's all about you, a dead woman, who caused me to fall like this."

The woman seemed to be used to this kind of life.

She was kicked and rolled on the spot by the blue fat man, but she didn't even groan in pain.

Jin Ruifeng got used to this, let go of Fatty Lan's greasy hand, took out a cleaning towel from his pocket, and wiped his hands vigorously.

At the same time, he asked casually: "With your sensitivity, you still have time to argue with a woman here?"

"Ah yes."

After being reminded by him, Fatty Lan finally came to his senses: "By the way, I still want to ask you, a scholar, what did you mean by that earlier?"

Jin Ruifeng looked at the lively direction ahead, and replied casually, "It's not interesting."

Immediately, he remembered which family the accident happened to: "Isn't that place owned by Yu's family?"

"yes."

Fatty Lan responded nonchalantly, "That kid just went in and didn't come out last evening..."

Having said that, he seemed to have thought of something, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at Jin Ruifeng next to him: "You...you mean..."

"I do not know."

Jin Ruifeng frowned tightly, "How big is this matter today? The people you sent haven't come back yet?"

"No ah."

Fatty Lan replied casually, "I'll ask them to inquire carefully before coming back."

Jin Ruifeng was too lazy to chat with the fat man, so he walked towards his own shop.

He saw that the person he sent out to inquire about the news was running back with a pale face.

Seeing this, Fatty Lan hurriedly followed: "Can you guess what happened?"

"If I can guess, I won't send anyone to show up."

Jin Ruifeng replied to the fat man in disgust, and he had already appeared in front of his subordinates.

The subordinate looked around vigilantly, and looked suspiciously at Fatty Lan, not daring to speak nonsense for a while.

"Go back and talk about it."

Seeing his subordinate's vigilant look, Jin Ruifeng didn't rush him to say, "Fatty, your family members are back too, so you might as well call them over and listen to them."

There may be many similarities between the two scouts, but there may also be differences.

Only by synthesizing more information can we analyze the situation in our favor.

Fatty Lan didn't care, he waved his subordinates to his side, and several of them entered the hunter's house at the same time.

For safety's sake, Jin Ruifeng took a few people to the backyard and ordered people to stand guard outside, and then urged the two inquirers to explain the situation.

"My lord, many people died in Yu's shop."

The subordinates of the Jin family opened their mouths to say just such a sentence, but it did not arouse much reaction from Jin Ruifeng and Fatty Lan.

The subordinate swallowed his saliva and added: "The ones who died were not outsiders, but insiders, including Guanshi Yu, who were killed quietly."

"And in his own lounge."

"There are also more than a dozen people sent by the superiors who died in their backyard."

"The only surviving person, Mr. Zhang Hua, said that Guanshi Yu was an undercover agent sent by the enemy."